Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Faeries of the underworld... their realm is a tiny version of human earth, with birds and faeries alike. No mortal can pass into this land unless they find the veil to cross over. There is only one doorway, which is hidden beyond the forests and the mountains, the swamps and the deserts.

Thursday, 17 June 2010

The waning moon casts its pallor on to the placid lake that is often crowded with swans, gulls and ducks in the daylight hours. The rooks were silent in their canopy of trees, slumbering in their nests. No cacophony or echo of calls could be heard besides the murmurs of the branches drifting aside to let me pass.
It is wondrous what your eyes will glimpse in the gloaming...
A startled fox leaping over a broken fence, the pale heart-shaped face of a night owl regarding you curiously from its perch, a ghostly light flickering over a wild swamp, faces peering out of a hollow tree.
The howl of a wolf…

Tales From The Dryad Forest

You may find me frolicking in the forest, dancing amongst the bluebells or by the sea; exploring caves and watching the waves tumble against the shore.
I like to photograph the world, paint, write and create things, and escape to realms created by storytellers.
I believe in magick and faery tales, myths, folklore and the paranormal.

Online Wanderings

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Come away O human child!
To the waters and the wild,
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping,
than you can understand.

W.B. Yeats ~ The Stolen Child

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine;
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.

William Shakespeare ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream

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I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

John Keats ~ La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away ere break of day,
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells...